Qing Wangchuan

Qing

Wang

chuan

's

Tomb

Though he had been prepared, Qin Wangchuan could not help but sigh when he saw the name on the grave.

That fucking idiot system had really bound itself to the wrong person!

On the icy stone tablet, the three characters "Qing Wangchuan" were painfully glaring.

The system should have bound itself to Qing Wangchuan of humble origins, not Qin Wangchuan of the Imperial Clan.

There was a difference of two characters.

In other words, the one buried beneath this grave mound was the real protagonist.

Yet for some unknown reason, the Humble Origins Counterattack System that should have belonged to Qing Wangchuan had bound itself to him instead.

Not only had the system bound the wrong person, it had also spent a full five years reading the terms!

Five years were enough for a useless young man of humble origins without a cheat to die silently amid Lineage disputes.

According to the system's plot, Qing Wangchuan could have relied on it to cheat his way upward, rising from obscurity, playing the pig to eat the tiger, meeting beauties of every sort, holding one in each arm, and ultimately achieving an unrivaled hegemony. It might even have been possible for him to transcend the world itself—a textbook fantasy power-fantasy male lead.

But now, never mind a counterattack—

The grass on his grave was already three meters tall.

"He died unexpectedly when he was four." Yin Qiyue spoke in a low voice, her slender fingers gently brushing the tombstone. "It was later discovered that a maid had been secretly responsible."

"Though she was dealt with, the dead cannot return to life. He remained four years old forever."

Moss crawled through the cracks in the stone tablet, while several dead leaves spiraled down before the grave.

Yin Qiyue raised her eyes to examine the young master before her, deep confusion flashing through her gaze.

"May I ask what your relationship with him is...?"

"An old friend."

Qin Wangchuan tossed the bouquet he had bought on the way before the tombstone, an indescribable emotion lingering at the corner of his lips.

The man was already cold through and through. He could say whatever he wanted.

The moss on the inscription dampened his fingertips.

Who would have thought that this youth, bullied to death by a maid, should have been the power-fantasy protagonist blessed by Qi Yun? If the system had awakened a year earlier, if he had held on for one more year...

When all was said and done—

Getting played to death by a maid was truly pathetic.

"An old friend?" Yin Qiyue frowned slightly, secretly wondering why she had never heard him mention such a person.

Though this explanation barely accounted for why he knew her name, she still felt that something was off.

It was too smooth.

The young master seemed to know everything about her.

Yet she knew nothing about him.

Forget it. We merely met by chance. There is no use thinking so much about it.

The morning breeze swept over the graves, stirring several dead leaves to whirl around Yin Qiyue's feet.

"Since old friends have met again, if he knows in the underworld, he will surely be happy."

"It is getting late. I still need to return to the sect and report." She smoothed back the loose strands of hair ruffled by the wind. "Farewell, then..."

"Come with me."

This sudden invitation made Yin Qiyue's breathing halt.

She lifted her eyes. The youth was gazing in the direction of Qinglan Holy Land.

Within those eyes, which should have been childish, lay a frightening depth.

"Young Master, are you also going to Qinglan Holy Land in the Northern Region?" she asked tentatively, while secretly forming a Detection Technique with her fingers—yet she still could not sense even the faintest fluctuation of Spiritual Power.

There were only two explanations for this—

Either he was an ordinary child who had never cultivated, or the gap between their realms was unimaginably vast.

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.

Within his field of vision, a translucent system panel appeared:

[New Mission: Endure Humiliation and Bear Heavy Burdens, the Road of Escape!]

[Mission Description: To save your childhood sweetheart, you used the body of a mortal to challenge an immortal sect. In desperate straits, you erupted with world-shaking power and finally slew Qinglan Elder Mo Qianjue. Yet this act has enraged the Holy Land. Pursuers are now approaching, and during your flight, you discover—there seems to be no severing the connection between the Evil Art and the Sect Master of Qinglan Holy Land...]

[Objective One: Avoid the Sharp Edge for Now (Difficulty: Hard)]

Escape Qingshi Town and survive the Holy Land's pursuit.

Reward: Simulation Count +1, Origin Source +75

[Objective Two: Endure Humiliation and Bear Heavy Burdens (Difficulty: Extremely Hard)]

Change your identity and join Qinglan Holy Land to investigate the source of the Evil Art.

Reward: Origin Source +100

[Objective Three: A World-Shaking Deed (Difficulty: Nearly Impossible)]

Defeat the Sect Master of Qinglan Holy Land (late Fifth Realm).

Completion Reward: Origin Source +150

(Note: This mission is extremely difficult! It is a long-term phased mission. At minimum, it will take three or four years; at most, seven or eight years. Host, proceed with caution.)

Wow, how considerate.

Go over there and kill him right now.

"The Northern Region is thousands of miles from here. Even at the fastest, it will take three days." Yin Qiyue could not help reminding him, "Young Master, your family will likely not agree."

She merely assumed that the youth was curious and wanted to go have some fun.

However—

"Three days?"

Before her words had faded, Qin Wangchuan suddenly chuckled.

Then he raised his eyes toward the heavens. In the next instant—

Heaven and earth abruptly changed color!

"Boom—!!!"

The clouds were torn apart as if by Invisible Giant Hands. Amid violent spatial turbulence, the legendary Heavenly Sword Flying Ship crushed through the void.

Every feather on the Azure Luan statue at its prow burst with dazzling Sword Light, sending birds within a hundred miles fleeing in panic.

The instant the Flying Ship appeared, its violent Spiritual Pressure poured down like a celestial river. Yin Qiyue's knees buckled, and she was brutally slammed to the ground.

With her dark hair in disarray, she could only barely prop herself up with trembling arms.

"A few breaths will suffice."

The youth's voice remained calm, yet it now carried the thunderous roar of the Flying Ship's descent.

Yin Qiyue looked up at the Flying Magic Treasure before her, one that far surpassed the records in the Holy Land's ancient texts, her throat tightening.

Everything had already exceeded her understanding.

"Young Master, just who are you...?"

"My surname is Qin." He stood beneath the Flying Ship and looked down at her. His black-and-gold brocade robe billowed like raging waves amid the storm of Spiritual Pressure, while behind him loomed the jade-green hull that covered the sky and sun—every Ancient Dao Pattern upon it declaring just how extraordinary it was.

"This character should not be unfamiliar to you."

Yin Qiyue's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Qin"—

That character was like a heavy hammer smashing into her heart, making her ears ring.

The scene from two years ago abruptly surfaced in her mind:

The character "Qin" embroidered on the shoulder of the golden-armored cultivator, the Blood Bead that had splashed onto her lips when Mo Qianjue exploded, and that sentence—"A great figure you could never reach even if you cultivated for ten thousand lifetimes"...

She suddenly began trembling violently. It was not fear, but an understanding so profound it nearly made her shudder—

The youth before her was the "His Highness" mentioned by that golden-armored cultivator!

The being who had casually crushed her nightmare with a single decree, who had saved her like a redeemer, was standing before her at this very moment.

"Two years ago... was it you who sent someone to save my life?" Yin Qiyue's voice tightened, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palms.

Within the Flying Ship's shadow, the youth shook his head.

"I had my own purpose. It could not be called saving you."

Just as Yin Qiyue stared at Qin Wangchuan, both startled and delighted, in the next instant—

A cold, clear voice carrying Sword Qi suddenly exploded in her mind!

"Have you looked enough?"

As the Flying Ship slowly descended, a woman stood upon its deck.

An incomparably beautiful woman.

At that moment, she was staring fixedly at Yin Qiyue with icy eyes.

"Watch your eyes."